The Divine Hunter Chapter 14: Pharmacies and dance halls

Nuocheng Center.

A commercial area separated from the civilian area by a canal.

Five demon hunters, Ms. Zerikan, and little Carl, stood outside two empty shops, in a happy mood, just like the bright sunshine today.

The two shops are one large and one small. The large area is similar to that of an ordinary tavern, and the smaller one is more than enough to open a clothing store.

……

"Guys, is it true? From today on, these two stores belong to us?"

"Can it be fake? The land deed is here, it's real!" Seret waved a stack of agreements in front of him like a show off, and Ms. Zerikan and the boy also cast curious glances.

Ox suddenly walked around the wooden doors of the two shops with excitement, knocking on the left and touching on the right, like a country bumpkin entering the city, exclaiming, "This is the most prosperous area in the Free City, why do you have to spend money to buy it?" You have to..."

"Twenty thousand crowns...wipe your saliva," Seret's mouth curved, and there was uncontrollable excitement in his tone, "And there are basically no fools willing to take action!"

As the trade center in the north and the most popular commercial district, every inch of land is precious. If any shop is not run haphazardly, it is certain to make money. This income is enough for the family to live without worries. Life.

"The Big Three are so willing! Alas..." Oaks suddenly sighed, "Yesterday I should have accompanied you to the fighting arena to enhance your persuasion, and maybe I could get some more benefits...the third shop or something...then , just get out of this dirty, dangerous, and frustrating commission, let’s be our own bosses!”

"Aren't you going to rebuild the school?" Roy frowned and gave him a funny look,

"Is there a contradiction between rebuilding a school of thought and being a boss?" Oakes raised his eyebrows and asked in a serious tone.

When everyone thinks about it, the fixed industry does not hinder the rise of the Snake Sect, but instead provides continuous financial support.

But there are very few similar people who are deeply involved in business.

After all, most demon hunters have no business talent, and just follow the tradition in a rigid and inefficient way - accepting commissions and hunting monsters.

"This is God's will, the arrangement of fate!" Oaks strode into the door, opened his arms, closed his eyes comfortably and turned around, as if breathing the "Krone" breath in the room, "I just happened to have something on hand. There is no place to spend a lot of money, so let’s renovate the shop and open it for business immediately!”

Amber's pupils turned to the cat-sect witcher, and Oaks patted his chest confidently,

"Brother Maojiu, let me tell you, don't divide your money for the time being, invest in shares according to the proportion, you will definitely make a profit without losing any money!"

Flius' eyelids twitched and he hesitated for two seconds.

In the simple concept of the demon hunters of the Cat Sect, commissions, battles, and life are all three points and one line.

Almost no other areas are involved.

Is investing money in business really reliable?

Especially the person who said this was the one among the Snake Faction who liked to talk the most.

The gray-green pupils glanced at the apprentice's innocent and confused face.

Consider it as an apprentice?

He hesitated.

"Open a store, what kind of store do you want to open? How many of you have experience?"

The witchers collectively fell into silence.

"Cantila, give me some advice?"

Ms. Zerikan stroked the ends of her black hair, her bright eyes full of distress. The word business did not exist in the future she imagined, and she also knew nothing about it.

"How about a clothing store?"

The witchers collectively denied it.

"Actually, I have thought about it..." Roy stuffed a small dried fish into the hood on the back of his head and suddenly said, "How about this small pharmacy? Refining ordinary potions is much easier than refining magic potions. More!"

Roy clapped his fingers and said,

"Purchasing herbs and materials, transforming the alchemy platform, and refining. You have repeated all the steps and the entire process for decades. You will never make a mistake even if you close your eyes... No additional learning costs are required."

In addition, at Oxenfurt University, Roy specially wrote down many pharmaceutical formulas for treating common diseases, and with the help of the three giants, he did not have to worry about patent disputes.

He also holds a big killer weapon in his hand - an exclusive formula taught by the genius alchemist Kalkstein of Vizima, the energy (aphrodisiac) potion.

Roy and Cat Eagle once forced little Carl to take the drug in the name of toxicity tolerance training. The effect was remarkable, allowing the boy to enjoy the troubles of puberty in advance without any side effects.

No matter which world you are in, as long as there is some connection between drugs and enhanced functions, people can make a lot of money!

High profits and easy.

Lao Moore and Susie can also take on simple tasks and no longer work hard from dawn to dusk selling vegetables.

"Good idea! It's not difficult for us to refine ordinary potions."

"The demand for manpower and material resources is low, I think it is feasible."

Everyone agreed.

Mao Jiu was completely moved. If there was a pharmacy, it would save time and effort to train apprentices in alchemy skills.

"No one objects? Then it's settled!" The bald man immediately agreed, "The one on the left will be converted into a pharmacy, and we will hire renovation workers this afternoon."

"When the overall expenditure is calculated..." Seret suggested, "Brothers Maojiu will decide whether to invest in the shares and how much to invest. Of course, it cannot exceed 20%."

"No problem, what's the name of the pharmacy?"

"How about Gusweed? Commemorate the Serpentine stronghold in the south." Oaks suggested.

The cat vulture had no objection, and the pharmacy Gesweder put it on the agenda.

Everyone was arguing endlessly about the arrangements for another store.

"The pub is the most suitable!" Seret swallowed uncontrollably, "The streets of Nuo City are full of drunkards. We don't have to worry about customers. As long as we open the shop, we will ensure a steady flow of money!"

"Drunkard, do you want to drink for free?" Oakes shook his head disdainfully, "It's troublesome to open a pub! The channels for drinking are a big problem, and the customers are mixed, so management is time-consuming and laborious. It's not realistic to be a hands-off shopkeeper."

He changed the topic, "I think the brothel is good. If you want to play, go big! Let's invest all that money and build a entertainment venue no less big than the 'Spear Cave'! Monopolize the entire Nuo City. Business."

"A dog can't spit out ivory! The brothel won't be a problem?!" Seret glanced at him sideways, "And when I don't know what your plans are? You want to treat every pretty girl Employees' reciting your lame and disgusting love poems?"

…

Roy's face turned dark.

"A witcher who runs a brothel, what the **** is this?"

The demon hunter bustard specializes in killing white drifters, are you afraid?

Then again, this is not a respectable business.

He opposed it from the bottom of his heart.

"Shut up, both of you! Taverns and brothels are not realistic," Leisuo said solemnly, "As I said, it's a blacksmith shop... Although we can't be called master blacksmiths, and our skills are not as good as Berengar's, we are still good at forging. I still have some experience in the field, and it won’t be a problem to build some conventional weapons, equipment, and farm tools. If I recruit a few more apprentices, I’ll be completely busy.”

"It's better to open a swordsmanship hall..." Cat Eagle sang the opposite tune again, "As everyone knows, the skill of a demon hunter is definitely a golden sign."

"And in a free city where gangs are rampant, who doesn't want to learn the art of two-handed swordsmanship for self-defense?"

The swordsmanship gym opened, and Karl's training was on track again.

"Come on...Isn't there enough fighting and killing on weekdays?" Oakes said dissatisfied, "I insist on brothels!"

"We have to go to Kaer Morhen on the way, so a tavern is better..."

"Blacksmith shop..."

"Alas..."

Roy covered his forehead helplessly, turned around, and met Candila and Carl with six eyes.

They all sighed heavily.

……

"The sun shines into the heart, just like meeting again after a long separation, and the warm greetings of old friends. Good morning, five masters, Ms. Cantila, and little Carl!"

A handsome man wearing a purple iris hat, coquettish red trousers and a floral shirt walked out of the street corner, with an elegant short beard on his lips, waving and greeting him.

Beside him followed a plump blonde beauty with outstanding temperament.

"Dandelion, Priscilla, good morning, you two are..." Roy glanced at the two of them suspiciously, and his body language showed that their relationship had been restored as before.

Pucilla's heart is still soft, and she forgave the **** in just a few days.

"The masters must have heard about it," Dandelion sighed, with a hint of melancholy on his handsome face, "Just a few days ago, Alphonse Willy, one of the four giants, was killed by the three giants. The gangsters blocked the house and wiped out the whole family. I heard that some secret agreement was broken. From then on, there were no wealthy donors to sponsor poetry conferences. It was even more difficult to make a living!"

The witchers paused their argument and looked at each other.

It seems that the Big Three took the blame... probably to give Eternal Flame a step down.

Give the citizens of Nuo City an explanation.

"The results are not bad." Everyone thought that it would be better than being dubbed the "Butcher of Novigrad."

"As for now," Dandelion continued, "Pucilla and I plan to go to the Vanilla Inn at the other end of the commercial street to remember Hawthorne I's contributions to the literary and art world. Together with all my colleagues, we will write for him A long commemorative poem."

"Yes." Pucilla's pretty face also had a hint of sadness.

For most of the citizens of Nuo City, Hawthorne I was an out-and-out villain, but for the bard, he was indeed a good man, and he was also a true poetry fanatic.

At this moment Roy suddenly remembered something.

Follow the normal development trajectory.

Many years later, the great poet Dandelion will receive a gift from Alphonse Willy's inheritance - the Vanilla Inn, and then he and Priscilla will slightly modify it and open their beloved cabaret.

Then a human tragedy called "The Sin of Adultery" was staged!

But now the fanatical and pious Kata Kahn has not yet settled in Nuo City.

Because of his own interference, Hawthorne I burped early, and the Vanilla Hotel became the property of the collectors among the Big Three, and no longer had the status of a great poet.

"Did I accidentally destroy his dream? Or did I save his lover?"

……

"What were the masters arguing about just now?" Dandelion's eyes wandered suspiciously between the empty shop and the crowd.

"Should I explain it?" Roy smiled happily and said calmly, "Snake Faction and Cat Faction paid for these two shops together...one of them already has a home. But the larger one has a home. ——"

Before Roy could finish speaking, Oaks stepped forward enthusiastically and punched the great poet in the chest affectionately. The latter screamed in pain, clutching his chest and wailing.

"Master Dandelion, you came just in time!"

"We are going to transform this land into the largest brothel in Novigrad. You are so talented in literary talent that you can just write a poem for the new shop!" Oakes put his arms around the great poet's shoulders with expectation and asked him again. Shaking to the point of dizziness.

"We should obviously open a pub!"

"Blacksmith shop!"

"Swordsmanship Hall!"

"Wait... Ouch, please let go!" Dandelion broke free from the witcher's muscular cage and wiped the sweat from his brown hair, "What do you mean... hiss... this big shop, Haven't arranged it yet?"

"Still under discussion." Roy glanced at the big men pleadingly, and they finally stopped arguing. "Master Dandelion and Ms. Pucilla, they have lived in Nuo City for a long time and have a better understanding of all walks of life."

"Do you have any good suggestions?"

The blonde beauty was lost in thought.

And Dandelion's blue eyes turned suddenly, and a desire suddenly surged in his heart, which was the ideal and desire deep in his heart.

You will probably never be able to do it on your own.

But now, an opportunity lies before us.

He swallowed, looked at the crowd and carefully considered,

"Taverns, brothels, and swordsmanship halls, why not combine them and slightly transform them?"

"What do you mean?" Several pairs of vertical pupils suddenly locked onto the great poet.

His body trembled, and a bright smile appeared on his face, "How about a cabaret, where you can drink, have fun, and exercise..."

Hearing the sound, Puscilla stroked her hair and her bright eyes sparkled.

It is also her wish to have a fixed place to perform.

"Huh? Can a dance hall also do that?" Oakes was surprised.

"I am referring to a formal dance hall, which has nothing to do with romance. Customers will get a more elegant and high-end enjoyment." Dandelion tried to paint a beautiful scene, "Drinks, especially low alcohol content and soft entrance. of wine. It will not make the guests drunk or crazy."

"The play opens, the drinks warm up the show, the poem ends, and finally, there's a breakout dance."

Master Dan smiled and said longingly, "This is the enjoyment of the upper class."

"We popularize it and bring it to the people...it will definitely be very popular."

"Then the poems I treasure will have a use!"

Ochs winked desperately at Serrit, who lowered his head and sighed.

“That’s all, wine counts as wine, and a dance hall is a dance hall.”

Who calls him the elder brother?

"Wait, are you sure this idea will work?" Bald Leisuo and Mao Jiu asked, "We rough guys, we insist on setting up a theater-like dance hall, wouldn't it make people laugh?"

“The key is that we don’t have the time to manage!”

"Masters, don't worry. If you agree to this suggestion," Dandelion clasped his hands on his chest and said sincerely, "I and Lady Pucilla are willing to take on the important responsibility and take care of it for us."

"Ninety percent of the profits belong to you."

"And the two of us only ask for the meager 10% as salary to fill our stomachs. All these are written into the agreement."

Pucilla's pretty face was startled.

This guy dragged me into trouble again!

But she couldn't refuse.

The blond beauty bit her red lips lightly, clasped her slender hands on her abdomen, a trace of anxiety and expectation flashed in her beautiful eyes, "If the masters are willing to give a chance, Dandelion and I will definitely make the cabaret profitable!"

"You two want to open a dance hall, right? That doesn't matter, but if you join forces to deceive the demon hunter after opening it, what will happen?" A cold light flashed through the gray-green pupils of the cat vulture,

"Give me ten courages, and I won't dare to deceive you!" Dandelion straightened his neck, showing a rare moment of bravery, "And I settled in Nuo City. I have a small reputation, but I have thin arms and legs. My son is frail and sick, and I can't escape far even if I want to."

"How much will it cost?"

"Preliminary decoration, theater style... about two thousand crowns... Later, because we have to recruit dancers and theater actors, including their monthly wages..." Dandelion groped his chin and calculated carefully. "No less than four hundred kronor per month, no more than five hundred kronor. But I promise that every account will be recorded in detail, and you can review it at any time!"

"If we lose money for three consecutive months, we will get out!"

The cat vulture glanced at Seret, who estimated the price, nodded, and he no longer objected.

The bald man sighed,

"Ms. Puscilla, during the time we were away from Nuo City, thanks to you taking care of Old Moore and Susie, you did the kid a big favor. Between this... I decided to help you."

The two poets were delighted.

Looking at Roy eagerly, he was just short of an answer.

Roy only lamented that the world is really wonderful.

Dandelion lost the Vanilla Hotel due to some unforeseen circumstances.

But they came to the door again and proposed a dance hall.

Is this destiny?

Of course, he is also happy to fulfill it.

Give the poet and Pucilla a happy ending.

But it was impossible to predict whether an innovative project like a dance hall would make a profit or a loss, so he had to improve the cost-effectiveness.

"I have one more condition, you two," Roy thought. "It's okay to open a dance hall, but every month, at least one poetry recital or play performance about the witcher must be arranged."

"I won't force you two to sing praises, but at least you have to rectify the name of the demon hunter and popularize the real image of the demon hunter for the guests. Do you understand what I mean?"

Even if this part of the money is lost, it will not be in vain if it can have a publicity effect.

After all, as the commercial center of the north, Nuo City has a certain influence on the entire northern border and is worthy of being used as a pilot project.

The cat's eyebrows were furrowed, puzzled.

But the three big men of the Snake Sect were thoughtful.

It is indeed necessary to revive the school, recruit apprentices, improve the reputation of demon hunters, and get rid of all the superstitious rumors that tarnish their image.

Back in Vizima, Foltest refused to clear the name of the witcher.

Then give it another try in Nuocheng.

Dandelion and the female bard looked at each other and smiled brightly,

"Everyone, I guarantee that every month, at least two new works will promote the positive image of the Witcher! If the feedback is good, we will increase our efforts."

"And I personally wrote the poems and scripts, and the effect is definitely no less than that of Vizimana's "Legend of the Sewer Butcher.""

The corners of Roy's mouth twitched~IndoMTL.com~Can we turn the page again?

Shaking his head, he shook the blonde beauty's hand and patted Dandelion **** the shoulder, "We can sign the agreement right away!"

After finishing speaking, he suddenly approached the great poet again and whispered mysteriously,

"Master Dan, you should restrain your romantic energy from now on. Also, protect Pucilla and don't let her get hurt again! Do you understand?"

"Huh?" Dandelion's blue eyes were full of doubts. Has he broken Pucilla's heart before?

Never mind it!

The dance hall is important!

"As you wish, I swear!" The great poet stroked his chest and bowed in salute.

"When the dance hall opens," Roy glanced at the pair of poets who looked like a pair, "I will present a piece of work. I hope that Ms. Puscilla can perform it wonderfully by then!"

"Then I look forward to welcoming you all!" The blond beauty bowed her knees and bowed.